Beyoncé's P.O.V
It's been a few weeks since I've gotten my new job as a messagist.I like my job but Nicki says She doesn't like the job because 'I belong to her'.
I thought it was real cute when said that.
"Bey?" My manager cues.
I look up quickly.
"Yeah?"
"You have another client,Tyra."
Once I hear that name I gulp.She comes in smiling.I smile back wanting to slap the shit out of her.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"Hello Beyoncé." She smirks.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I can't believe she's here,How does she know I work here,Was this fate?
"Hello Tyra." I say with a straight fave
"Tyra here wants a candle message,Can you do that Beyoncé?" My manager,Cloris insists.
"Yes." I nod fake smiling.
Tyra follows me to the candle room.She closes the soor behind her as I get the messaging oil out.
She takes her robe off slowly.I ignore her getting my kit out.
"How are you Beyoncé?" She says as she lays on her stomach on the message belmont.
"I was doing good." I smirk.
I start to massage her shoulders with the oil.I hear her sigh as I went lower down to her back.
I get the candle wax dripping it on her back.
"Ahh." She moans.
"Are you okay?" I chuckle.
"Yeah,It just feels so good." She breathes.
I continue with the Candle wax dripping it on her skin.She begins to shiver slowly.I go get a towel for her.
"Thank you." She says putting it around her self.
I nod as I hear someone knock on the door.
"Come in."
YOU ARE READING
Frames (BeyoncéXNicki)
FanfictionBeyoncé,A middle aged women who Sells and pimps on the streets to get money.Nicki,A Married middle aged women Who Works as a doctor.What happens when these two cross paths?! READ and find out!
